Graceless

She was born with a specific kind of hunger I could see her devour all her fire and then spit it out With her dolls she brought to life the dreams she was dreaming She would play the role she was writing for her life The kind of life she would really want to stay awake for With the kind of life that no one ever would walk away from She really thought her life would be intriguing That she would fill the world with color and meaning That every day would matter That everything would work out in the end There's a time in life when no one wants to play dolls anymore I kept on digging but there was no treasure I kept on digging but there was no more pleasure Where's that kind of life that you would want to stay awake for Where's that kind of life that no one would ever walk away from I really thought that life would be intriguing That every step would lead to keep succeeding That every day would matter That everything would work out in the end One grows old and life may seem pretty tasteless Blood turns cold, life can be increasingly graceless One grows old and life may seem pretty tasteless Blood turns cold, life can be increasingly graceless As my feelings move from left to right I stand still lifeless in my storm I tried my best but tonight my feet can't dance on this floor It made sense to me